Brett Anderson
Frozen Roads
And the snow in February falls, painting winter hollowAnd the fields they are an empty sigh, and the hills are like sorrowAnd the hills are like sorrowAnd your sun will rise again, and your moon will fallAnd your sun will rise again, and your moon will fallAnd your moon will fallAnd I found the answer sitting there, worth more than moneyIn the tangle of your angel hair, in your lips like honeyAnd we were born muddled, but it was meant to beAnd we were born muddled, but it was meant to beIt was meant to beAnd your sun will rise again, and your moon will fallAnd our sun will rise again, and our moon will fallAnd our moon will fallAnd the snow in February falls, painting winter coloursAnd the landscape is an empty sigh, and the hills are like sorrowThrough the endless rage, on the frozen roadsOn the frozen roads
From Letras Mania